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It has been 42 years since I started out on my first trip around the country, filled with equal measures of excitement, apprehension and longing for new adventures after some major setbacks in m...

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Someone not long ago asked me, “What doors did the internet open for you?” With great eagerness and excitement, I explained with little hesitation, “The doors to every imaginable kind of learni...

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Yesterday evening until dark, I sat with a book out on the beach as the tide was slowly going out, feeling a steady sea breeze, and taking time every now and then to really smell the fresh salt ...

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Kids playing in a fountain,
 laughing, jubilant, dancing, shouting,
 waving arms madly
 as they dance on a sun-sparkled sheet of cool water
 on a late summer day
 while older people watch wi...

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The art of student doodling in notebooks is a creative, often subconscious, act born from boredom or stress, transforming plain margins into imaginative worlds with simple shapes, patterns, char...

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Perhaps the most intensely satisfying and rewarding experience of my early working life and diverging career paths was a brief three-year period when I taught 7th and 8th grade English literatur...

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One of the subjects I most enjoy photographing are small towns that have old train depots, abandoned houses, or other scenes in their downtowns that recall their heydays when they were bustling ...

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Every other month or two on a whim, I get the urge to drive to the historic district of Charleston, right at or about the end of sunset when it is starting to get dark and the street lights come...

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Cold embrace of winter,
 sharp and clear.
 It livens me up.
 Feels good to be out
, but makes me retreat
 way back into my coat’s
 deep-pocketed warmth,
 seeking protection
 from the season’s i...

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One perfect late summer afternoon many years ago, I decided to get away from it all for awhile at Magnolia Gardens, about a 14 mile drive from where I live. I love those kinds of days when the...

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At the end of Thomas Wolfe’s novel “You Can’t Go Home Again,” the protagonist George Webber, realized, You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood…. back home to a young m...

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With my cup of coffee in hand I was, as usual, starting to doom scroll on my phone when I suddenly saw one too many horrible headlines, and said, “Enough!!” For now anyway. Life has got to be b...

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Those who are awake live in a state of constant amazement. The Buddha If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. The Buddha Some time ago, a fellow o...

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The road to Middleton Place takes visitors on a memorable drive along The Ashley River Scenic Highway (State Highway 61) eight miles from Charleston. This is a very special and beautiful stret...

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Thinking back, we remember that as children a day seemed to last for a long time, more like the way we experielnce a month now. A year was so long there was no end to it. Gradually our perceptio...

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I have the profoundest respect for nature photographers, for not only do I feel like a kinded spirit to them when reading about their lives and viewing their photographs, I also love to do my ow...

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Things seem to all come along in decades. The 60s were my formative years as a teenager growing up in the suburbs of New Orleans. I lived in a neighborhood full of old live oak trees. I had ...

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I’ve been taking lots of pictures lately, including special Christmas decorations and tableaux I spot on my walks. It’s a lot of fun when something magical gets my attention. I have to then ge...

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…the stuff the everydayness is extraordinary when memories and artifacts are all you have. Scott C. Campbell https://www.easttexasphotographer.com/phone/•evelyn-s.html The “things” in our liv...

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The loneliest sound on earth is a train whistle in the night. From an online journal, 2:46 a.m. …Every time I hear that whistle blowing, 
Every time I hear that old black crow,
 Every time I ...

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(Written on July 13, 2002; updated on Dec. 11, 2025) It was a pleasant, though somewhat sultry, summer night not long ago in old Charleston’s historic district, and we were all walking in the m...

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(From the Memory Vault) Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing
Although the snow covers the hope of spring.
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold
And there are dreams, all that you...

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I’ll never forget the morning of August 30, 2005, a day after a vicious hurricane named Katrina nearly destroyed my hometown of New Orleans, flooding 80 percent of the city with up to 20 feet of...

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Many years ago I lived in a small college town in North Carolina, near a large city, but not too close. It felt like it was a ways from everything. If it hadn’t been a college town, I would have...

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Unemployment is terrible. Whrn you’re out of work for months at a time, and you don’t have an illness or disability that prevents you from getting out, something as simple as an afternoon walk...

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